Swing Shift - Circus Devils

I sit here

In a big room

A big green room

Pencils rolling

Hills swimming

In the swing shift

Losing it

I’m out of style

In my walking shorts and binoculars

In heaven’s hotel

Hello

You never know

What’s going on

In the swing shift

And it’s another thing looking around

At old men on the clock

Reverberating

Clinging like new skin

Losing it

Abusing it

Choosing it

Fun and sun for everyone

In the swing shift

And it’s another thing looking around

People seem so distant when you can’t get around

Parting is simple

For the unliving

Never found